Chapter 123: Chapter 100: Battle of Luck_2

The cultivator standing atop the flood dragon had an icy expression, his hands forming seals, instantly stopping the gushing blood from the dragon's fissured wound and began healing it.

Then, he lifted his head, looking at the fleeing figure of Chu Zheng, silent as he spurred the flood dragon to follow.

In his view, a Spirit Spring Realm cultivator capable of instantly killing an Entry Dao Realm cultivator and possessing such swift escape speed must have used some secret technique.

Such methods of burning one's own origin to increase strength surely could not last for long.

Taixuan Holy Land... Chu Zheng...

Recalling the words he had just heard, the middle-aged cultivator's complexion grew increasingly ugly.

Even if Chu Zheng belonged to the Taixuan Holy Land, he still had to capture this person's head; otherwise, he would have no way to explain himself upon his return.

Now, the bounty for Chu Zheng was known to all, clearly pushed by several holy lands behind the scenes. Even if he killed Chu Zheng, there would likely be no consequences.

As a Protector, having a Spirit Spring Realm cultivator kill a true disciple right under his nose...

If word of this spread, his reputation would be ruined, let alone his sect would surely have severe punishments in store for him.

In the chase between the pursuer and the pursued, half a day passed in a blink of an eye.

As time moved on, the expression on the middle-aged cultivator riding atop the flood dragon grew uglier and uglier.

Every time he was close to catching up with Chu Zheng, he would be met with a bolt of thunder striking down, and the flood dragon was somewhat fearful of the thunder, repeatedly hindering its advance.

This method of wielding thunder to attack far exceeded the scope of the Spirit Spring Realm, and even an Entry Dao Realm cultivator would find it rather forced.

In the middle-aged cultivator's eyes, Chu Zheng definitely couldn't keep using such powerful techniques continuously; he must have relied on some Fu Lu or other methods, and there would come a moment when they were expended.

The more this was the case, the less he could let Chu Zheng escape.

Taixuan Holy Land is, after all, a holy land, and even though it has declined, it should not be underestimated.

The current situation had firmly established a mortal feud; if Chu Zheng managed to escape and rise in power later, the entire Hundred Demons Assembly would likely face a great disaster.

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The flood dragon was foaming at the mouth, its eyes seeing stars, while the middle-aged cultivator was also pale, panting like an ox.

Moving at such an extreme limit, even a Soul Condensation Realm cultivator would have to stop to recover for a moment, yet Chu Zheng showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

After a long while, the middle-aged cultivator had no choice but to halt, watching the figure of Chu Zheng growing distant.

Watching Chu Zheng's figure disappear, the middle-aged cultivator's face was livid. After a moment of contemplation, he reached a decision.

The best option at this moment was to report back to the sect and mobilize all Soul Condensation Realm cultivators to kill Chu Zheng with all their might, eradicating the calamity at its root.

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Seeing the persistent pursuit of the flood dragon vanish behind him, Chu Zheng took the opportunity to enter the Small World, temporarily shaking off the chase.

The moment he entered the Small World, he lay back on the ground, gasping for air uncontrollably.

After two days of extreme fleeing, he was exhausted to the extreme. The panel could restore his physical condition, but the mental torment was inescapable.

While being pursued, Chu Zheng had thought about turning around and using the Nine Thunder Jade Talisman to strike down his pursuer in their weakened state.

But after pondering for a moment, he gave up on the idea.

He only had one Nine Thunder Jade Talisman; using it would mean one less trump card.

More importantly, with one human and one beast behind him, the Nine Thunder Jade Talisman could only kill one of them.

It was better to save it to deal with those geniuses who had stepped into the Soul Condensation Realm—that was what truly mattered.

Right now, the gap between him and a being of the Soul Condensation Realm was still too large; that Ink Flood Dragon had endured nearly a hundred of his Thunder Methods without harm.

If not for the magical beast's natural fear of thunder, he wondered how long he would have had to run.

Through this battle, his mastery of the Thunder Method had indeed improved significantly.

The Soul Condensation Realm was equivalent to a powerhouse of the Secret Realm of Dao Embryo Qi Refining, an entire major realm higher, and to fight against such adversaries was to overestimate his abilities.

After resting for a while, Chu Zheng got up and walked over to Song Lingqing and the others.

Seeing Chu Zheng's actions that day, Song Lingqing had been somewhat restless these past two days, staying in the same place.

Now, seeing Chu Zheng return safely, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and got up to approach him:

"Who did you go to find?"

"A friend," Chu Zheng replied casually.

Song Lingqing didn't press further, quickly noticing the fatigue hidden between Chu Zheng's brows, and asked subconsciously, "Is there any problem?"

Chu Zheng shook his head. With the panel's repair, his physical condition was as normal as could be, just a bit tired mentally.

"Next, I plan to look for a few things. What are your plans?"

Chu Zheng inquired about Song Lingqing's plans going forward.

After pondering for a moment, Song Lingqing shook her head, "Just find any country and let me off there," she said.

She wanted to travel with Chu Zheng, but now that Chu Zheng didn't need her help, accompanying him would simply be more about receiving his care.

This debt of gratitude would only grow larger.

"Alright."

Chu Zheng didn't insist. Life in this Small World was indeed dull; no normal person would enjoy it.

He intended to next collect fragments of the Martial Barrier and incidentally challenge the prodigies on the Hidden Dragon List.

With the Heavenly Divination Technique, finding the fragments of the Xuan Tian Martial Barrier wouldn't be difficult.

After gathering the fragments, the repairing process would be much easier and wouldn't take too long.

Within the next ten years, he had to consider the martial path for Song Lingxue.

Otherwise, with Song Lingxue's talent, wasting these ten years would be a real pity.

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At the edge of the Taixuan Holy Land, there was a Spirit Peak with rugged cliffs, three sides featuring sheer drops of a thousand zhang, and the path to the summit extremely steep.

Surrounded by volcanoes, the rising heat made the temperature at the top unbearable; an ordinary person couldn't survive there.

The scorching sun hung high.

Between the dark mountain paths, a figure carrying a giant stone weighing hundreds of thousands of jin climbed upward, their heavy breathing incessant.

"Huff—"

Song Lingxue lifted her head slightly, looking towards the peak that was now in sight, her muscles taut, and sweat poured down her forehead, dripping onto the scorching rocks beneath her, emitting puffs of green smoke.

This path was cracked from her footsteps, with pits as deep as calf-high clearly visible. The weight of hundreds of thousands of jin concentrated under her feet could easily crush steel or iron plates.

In this world, nobody could help her with what lay beyond the martial path; she had to fumble through it on her own.

After stepping into the Yuan Aura Realm, the Yang Yuan that Chu Zheng had left in her body was almost entirely depleted, and the growth of her cultivation had visibly slowed down.

Now, she could only try these clumsy methods, exerting ten times the effort to toughen her physical body forcefully and enhance her physique, hoping for a breakthrough in her martial path.

In the past years, she had never craved power as much as she did at this moment.

If she had enough strength, her current predicament wouldn't be so difficult.

After a while, she finally reached the summit, disregarding the scorching rocks and collapsing to sit, breathing heavily, inhaling the hot mist. The long-term high temperatures around her had become somewhat familiar.

Thankfully, the Taixuan Holy Land was not lacking in Spiritual Springs. Bathing was convenient, with the water boiling hot. Long-term immersion not only greatly improved her physique but also served as a refinement for her cultivation.

In this short period of rigorous practice, her cultivation was about to advance another step.

Coming back to her senses, she noticed a figure sitting not far away, dressed in a gray robe, looking frail and decrepit.

"Holy Master."

Song Lingxue wiped the sweat from her forehead, nodded as a greeting, her expression stoic and calm.

This was her first encounter with Geng Yiyang after entering Taixuan.

"The Immortal Alliance has sent a message, the deviation of the Heavenly Dao has increased again," Geng Yiyang said slowly. "The other Holy Lands have asked me to remind you not to overexert yourself in cultivation."

"Is that so..."

At these words, Song Lingxue's eyes flickered, and she bowed her head to hide the joy in her eyes.

Chu Zheng had told her that changes in the Heavenly Dao originated from him; this change was enough to indicate that Chu Zheng had grown stronger.

"You don't realize just how powerful your talent really is," Geng Yiyang sighed, his gaze somewhat complex. "In the worlds under the Immortal Alliance's control, the speed of cultivation for other paths is not even a tenth or twentieth of the outside world."

"In other words, once you leave this realm, your speed of cultivation will surge by more than tenfold," he added.

Song Lingxue's eyes shone faintly as she fell silent.

The real prodigy was her husband.

This secret was known to her alone.

It seemed that she now had to cultivate even harder; otherwise, if she couldn't keep up with Chu Zheng's pace, she would eventually come under suspicion.

As for the so-called realms beyond, Song Lingxue did not have much desire, but she was already clandestinely planning that if the people from the Martial Hall really wanted to take her away, she would try to take her family out of this realm.

Once she left, Chu Zheng would inevitably be exposed. No matter what, after the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects, she must leave Cangyun Realm with Chu Zheng.